Up the hill
went Jill.
Screaming
loud crude “I am not hear to let you feel.”
Foolish Paul
said with a wicked grin of leecher of old “I already thromp the romp, churned
the butter all I need to do is hump and bump until windmills cry.”
Jill looked
him up and down and said “I rather do a turd than you!”
Paul said “Shit,
I got it Bitch! Next, time look for a
jiggle somewhere else!” Looking at his
pride standing to the side limp with hurt.
Paul rebounded quick and patted him with sheer glee and saying I’m the
best and she know. Too fucking bad never
never again! Watch my pull bring them
quick and ha ha back.
By
Felicia
McCaw
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